Fortunately, the word of the day is "Masticate" so bruised, skinned, and in pain is apparently the theme of the day!
Two days down, twenty-nine to go.
I knew it would hurt thirty seconds before anything happened; yelped “ouch” prematurely, as a warning rather than a reaction. Gritted my teeth, squeezed my eyes shut. There was no way around it, not now. The music compelled me onward, more powerful than the knowledge that I would regret it the next day, minute, moment. There was no sharp pain, not at first, just raspy warmth. The sting would come later, a wincing reminder every time I took a step. “Well, that was stupid,” I said. “Should not have done that.”
“Oh, ouch,” my friend answered. “See you next week?”